This collection is not about the final pieces appearing in the catwalk, but the journey of how they were created. The unfolding line of the artist, the process of moving through repetition in an obsessive space and finding infinite details.
Tidal waves of thoughts, failures, faith moving towards a satisfying outcome. Meaningless, trivial love only belongs to the creative. Acting out on repeated things no one cares for on the outside. Only for a singular mind, these things are everything.
“The things you’re crazy about exists to no one else.
“like me, like you”
“They say..it’s alright, it’s just fine.”
Photo by Emmi Hyyppa
